Page 80 of Slaughtered Firefly
Present day
It was so easy to bring my little princess back to submission, for all of my success was on her knees, begging for my forgiveness and sucking my cock.
I don’t know what went wrong with my little girl. She was so submissive, so willing, so obeying. now she started a goddamn riot. I was pissed. She tried desperately to please me by sucking my cock, but it wasn’t calming the rage. She bobbed on it, swirling her tongue as she grasped my balls. It was the best dick sucking I had ever received from my little whore, but it wasn’t enough to quench my fury. I smacked her hard across the face, and she shed tears. Tears that ran down her cheeks and splattered on the floor — it was a mesmerizing sight as I watched her cry for me. She continued sobbing and choking down my dick. It was, pleasurable but I was not in the mood. My business risks were paying off; I just needed some fucking loyalty, and things would be better than ever. It was so much simpler when Summer was younger, so naive, so stupid, so fucking loyal. I’d have to find a replacement. My little girl has all grown up, no longer the submissive brat I trained, but who? There were a plethora of women we moved on a daily basis, but none of them had that special layer to them; none of them were blood. They all just gave up and died. Stupid cunts that hardly took a beating.
I pulled Summer up by her hair and threw her against the couch, jerking her dress apart. The fabric stretched and tore with the most delicious of sounds. I remember the way her virgin cunt tore under Jeff’s incessant fingering. It was a memory that had kept me company all these years. It was the day I knew she would be my perfect little bitch. Our first time on this couch felt like just yesterday; she had the same look in her eyes that she does now. The look of trust broken. Her wet, watery eyes looked into mine, and I knew she recalled that time as well. A smile crossed my face at the torment I had caused her, the brutal force I took her with hours after Jeff had left. Oh, how her screamsreverberated through the room, yes that’s what I loved about Summer. She was such a screamer. Such a raw scream that made a warmth spread through my limbs.
My cock hardened as I jerked it and spread her saliva, allowing the fear to build in her eyes. I wanted it to simmer and marinate, growing to new heights. Summer always had the best fear sex. It has been too long since I took her. I wonder if her cunt still shook and trembled as her crying came to a crescendo. Oh, that was such a delicious feeling, the thought almost enough to make me cum. I pinched the head of my dick, wanting to bask in this moment. I would brand her with my cock just as I hadwhorebranded across her back. Her pussy was the best I had ever had; it had to be shared.
My hand connected across her thigh as I forced my knees in between her legs. She screamed, wailed, begged, and wept, “I know daddy I’m so sorry. I deserve this…” her mind fractured into those magnificent pieces that were easy to bend to my will.
As she was put in her place, her pain was delicious. My anger turned to lust for my daughter and her stupid whore of a mother.
“Did you let them fuck you? Were you a whore for that cop, is that why he’s so obsessed with you?”
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Present day
“Did you let them fuck you? Were you a whore for that cop, is that why he’s so obsessed with you?” Daddy’s voice echoed around the room. With his hands on my knees, forcing my legs apart, I couldn’t breathe. Everything in my mind screamed for me to move, but my body didn’t respond. I was paralyzed with fear.Why can’t I move my legs?
I choked back a sob, shaking my head furiously. “No, no please don’t do this, I will be good. I promise,” I cried. I wasn’t a whore for him. It wasn’t true. Dustin was different. They were all different.
Smack.
My cheek burned, and my jaw vibrated from the blow. The slap did nothing to stop the panic from setting in; it only magnified my unease.This can’t be happening again. No. No. No.I couldn’t shut down fast enough; it was like everything in this situation was a repetitive action from years ago. I was that little girl, just raped about to be raped again. “No daddy, please don’t,” the plea left my trembling lips as he forced himself closer.I shouldn’t have come here. Why did I come here? Why did I trust that Daddy would fix me?
I was mistaken, thinking that Daddy would care enough accept my wrongs. It all came crashing down in that moment, the way he was always there. I was his favorite daughter, his only daughter, and he was going to rape me again. At least in the past, I might have been groomed, but it was my choice to do it. Now, he stripped me of that choice. I tried to push him away, my hands finally ready to obey my mind, but they felt so weighted. My nails dug into his arms with as much of a shove as I could muster.
“You stupid girl,” His hatred of me was clear now. I didn’t see it before, but I saw it. He wasn’t doing this for my benefit. No, he was doing it for his own twisted sense of pleasure. A surge of strength entered my body in that moment, and I shoved him off with all my might.Run, Summer, run and don’t look back.I’m trying, Momma, please wait for me.
Midas’ weight slammed down into me as he choked me. My arms flailed wildly as I pulled at his tightening hands, but I couldn’t free myself.
“You stupid little bitch, you killed her.” Daddy’s voice had never held so much disgust, so much pain.
“K-killed h-her?” I forced out, who did I kill? My mind panicked at the situation. His knee forced between my legs again, and my vision blinked as he kept the iron hold around my throat.
“You stupid girl, you don’t even remember.” He let up on my throat just enough for me to suck in a large gulp of air, but in my fight for air, he forced himself closer to my center. His dick was inches away from me, and no matter how much I fought, he held the upper hand.
“You look just like her, ever since you were little, it was hell trying to deny it, but you are just like her.”
“Wh-what are you t-talking about?” I forced it out. My vision blurred as his hands crushed my windpipe. I kept blinking, trying to clear away the spots clouding my vision. My arms shoved aside, the weighted, useless limbs couldn’t hold against him. Tears streamed down my face as something broke within me.Fight him!I screamed in my mind, but the words didn’t stick. I could feel his length as it slid against my pussy. I felt disgusting; nausea rolled its way through me. Daddy’s hand lifted just enough for me to suck in another ragged breath. Barely enough energy to stay lucid. I inhaled as much air as I could before the crushing pressure was back. It was a bigmistake. I should have just let him kill me; instead, my will to live was used against me.
His dick slammed into me. I wailed my misery as he held my chin, forcing me to watch?—
He stilled inside me. “Oh your so tight and wet for me.” He grunted as he withdrew a bit. I cried trying to breathe, to fight.
“You!”
Thrust.
“Killed!”
Thrust.
“Her!”
